Dreamt of driving down
that old back road in summertime
looked like a country song
I smell the warm air
I said, "This looks just like home."
Insisted, "This is just like home."
Even in my dreams
I know
I need to come home.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Dreamt of driving down
that old back road in summertime
looked like a country song
I smell the warm air
I said, "This looks just like home."
Insisted, "This is just like home."
Even in my dreams
I know
I need to come home.
